This is a song about "Left"

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

With the rest who are left

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Friend after friend left me

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

I'm still confused about why you left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Never to the left i go

Without the sound of guns

And i'm left for the corrections,

For a perfect mother’s day

Got nothing left to say

Left you bitches there standing idle

That’s only if they handle